we talked of baby, and excess fat.
We laughed about hard crust,
and pulled skittles from the dust.
It seems mine did take flight,
with a strange curve that night.
Cats! and dogs and kittens doing well...
and what is that smell?
Computer talk did abound,
but it kept getting stomped down.
And what about pictures deleted?
I think that should not have been repeated.
That girl followed her mom around,
wait for me! she said with funny sound.
Silly drawing, self portrait, computers again,
WHAT"S WRONG WITH THIS PEN?
Soon...all too soon...time to say goodnight,
With pen and mind out of ink, I can't write.
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